I'm glad I didn't know certain things earlier, because then it wouldn't be any fun.

If you get raised up having everything you want and then get put out in the world and try to live your own life, you've never had anything to train you how to live.

Apparently, there's this whole set of disgruntled people but obviously it's not my intention to offend anyone by changing the style of music that I've done.

During a big rock show, you can flub a few things and nobody will hear it, because it gets buried under everything else.

Who I am musically I hope will just keep changing and changing.

I'm not a fast, stream-of-consciousness lyricist at all - I know some guys who are, and if there is one skill I wish I had, it's that.

I have an awesome church home and an awesome Pastor down in L.A., and I couldn't be happier.

Cause I enjoy both, I enjoy recording and playing live, but yeah, the rush of playing live is really something.

But I needed to prove to everyone that I was a serious musician.

Right, yeah, you know, my favorite thing just globally about music is just hopefully I'm able to be, you know, blessing the people in any way that I can.

Sometimes I'll get a burst when I write lyrics, it usually happens in 20 minutes and I'll write the whole song, and that's really the only way it feels comfortable.

Holiness grants us access to God's blessings, for without it, ACCESS DENIED!!!

The hardest choices in life aren't between what's right and what's wrong but between what's right and what's best.

Each evening she held his head in her hands and ran her aching fingers thru the thick ruff of fur around his neck. He burrowed against her, sighing devotion.

If you're good with a knife, you don't need your eyes.

Whenever something good happens to me, I try-it may sound kind of bad-to think a little negative. I just always try to keep myself grounded.

A brand is a voice and a product is a souvenir.

On the whole, anything that gets you writing and keeps you writing is a good thing. Anything that stops you writing is a bad thing.

A poem should improve on the blank page.

How odd to watch a mortal kindle / Then to dwindle day by day / Knowing their bright souls are tinder / And the wind will have its way

Do it. Try it. Fix it.